FREYA
A knock on the motel room door eventually wakes me from the veil of misery I'd been in since yesterday night.
I mutter 'come in' without inquiring who it is, knowing only one other person will knock on my door this afternoon.
Mrs Greta enters the room with a troubled expression on her face. It's almost identical to the one she wore yesterday as I recounted the events surrounding my confrontation with Jayden. Of course, I left out the bit when I almost revealed that we'd had s*x. She was appalled, of course, and she took the time to comfort me last night before sending me to my room to rest, and I've remained there ever since.
"Freya dear." The woman's aging face is tender and worried. "Why didn't you go to school today?"
I can only provide a feeble shrug and an even weaker "Noth
